The silence of snow
each decibel cocooned between the flakes
falling gently from a deep blue sky.
Trees mantled in lace like debutantes
gnarled bark hidden from their suitors
Waiting for the prom that Spring will bring
There is a peace when breathing frosts
before my face and fingers tingle
like angels dancing two-step.
Ahead a russet tail swishes sideways
head down amongst the roots
nose exploring with a happy grin.
Quietly as if in awe
she stops and listens
for rabbits tread or squirrels swish
Beyond the silence of snow…
2024
(while walking Miss Frieda at 10 below. Original photograph from Pixabay.com)